By: EarlB, 9:15 PM GMT on December 30, 2009
On the darkest day of the year and at the darkest
part of that day, I was looking into the sky hopelessly
searching the pre-dawn dark for a canada goose I could
hear above me. The goose was flying from east to west,
calling enough that I could easily follow it's path,
even though it was unseen.
As I strained to see the goose, the sky lit for a few
seconds with the passage of a low flying meteor. Sparkling,
trailing smoke, the million year old matter grabbed my
imagination as shooting stars always do. My wish: for
another star to fall!
In a few minutes, I was in my car, headlights and tail
lights blazing my way through the dark, maybe seen only
by the occasional passerby overhead.
Happy New Year, everyone!
By: EarlB, 11:35 PM GMT on December 16, 2009
I've seen this pattern before, I always hope upon hope that
the story might end differently, but, it never does.
The smell of burning leaves is in the air, that damp, pungent
fragrance that rivals the finest resins in golden thuribles. The
damp-leaf perfume cleanses the mind of the sunny excesses
of and dreams from the summer, it scrubs the memory in
preparation for another year.
Winter waits. Patience is it's virtue. Broken hearts will mend
during the long, cold nights. "Eventually.", Winter says.
This autumn is just one more in the long list of annual
love affairs gone wrong, just one more unrequited love to
cry over as I watch it walk toward the door.
By: EarlB, 1:23 AM GMT on December 02, 2009
When you look at the moon
I see your smile.
When you speak to the moon,
I hear your whispers.
When you cry within the moon's sight,
I will dry those tears.
Wherever you are,
Wherever I am,
We three will be as one:
You, the moon and I.